On Muscle Shirts

So, last night, I took up Kittens' urging and installed google analytics on my blog site.  And now, I've been waiting for the 24 hour delay to end so I can find out just how few people actually read this thing.

In other news, I've been walking around like an asshole all day, wearing an old muscle shirt.  A little tuft of chest hair peaks out from the front.  And my white skin meshes nicely with the white shirt.  I really am about as pale as they get. 

Naturally, though, I've been flexing every chance I get.  Showing off the guns... to, well... no one.